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And on the cool check-in |
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Center stage on the mic |
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And we're puttin it on wax |
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It's the new style![Royce Da 5'9"] |
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New money, quite powerful mic module |
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Green ducats, black models, white bottles |
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Packed house, you lookin at the wrong nigga |
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Long digits, we can bet the farm who farm bigger |
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Once I go in my zone, |
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I could leave my jewelry at home |
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I glow on my own, you can go in my phone |
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You gon' see some numbers of bitches that's so into me |
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A couple you might've fucked before, mentally |
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I don't snitch, furthermore |
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I tour {?} |
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It's death before dishonor before misery |
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Let us know it - we don't make it rain no more |
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We pull out them dollars and let her throw it |
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We gettin new money, let us blow it[Chorus: Royce Da 5'9" (Iyana Dean)]{"New! New!"}[Royce] |
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I'm soundin like new money to me, {"New"} money to me[Royce] {"New"} money to me, {"New"} money to me[Iyana] |
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You shinin like new money to me, {"New"} money to me[Iyana] {"New"} money to me, {"New"} money to me[Royce] |
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Whoa![Royce Da 5'9"] |
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No iller, flow realer, go-rilla |
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I'm no killa, dope dealer, |
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I'm so Dilla[Interlude: Iyana Dean] |
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United we stand, divided we fall, let's pray |
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Any, legend, you know, we gon' miss you |
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Missing your life, turn up the lights |
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Lighters hiiiiiiiiiigh![Royce - during Interlude] |
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Lighters, cell phones, whatever you got |
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Put it up in the sky for the legendary |
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J Dilla y'all |
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Lights high![Royce Da 5'9"] |
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Uhh, you hoes can bring it, old school chosen |
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EnglishFrozen bling and throw-in singles |
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Y'all niggaz, pray that your babies come out havin good hair |
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I pray mines have all they toes and fingers |
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We are different, point blank, distant |
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It's just meant you rappin 'bout what |
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I just spent |
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As far as hip-hop's concerned you all the same |
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A bunch of mohawks, skinny jeans and wallet chains |
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A bunch of dancin beefin street blogger lames |
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So don't get mad at the king if |
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I should call your name |
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The new cartel - the doc pop the tag off my asswhen |
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I was born, my momma pussy had the new car smell[Chorus][Royce Da 5'9"] |
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With no booth, the flow through, |
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I'm so truth |
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I'm sittin in pudding right now, |
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I'm so +Proof+[Interlude][Royce - during Interlude] |
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One more time, hands in the |
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AIR!For the legendary, |
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Proof!Detroit baby, lights high![Royce Da 5'9"] |
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Uhh, Lord willin, 2 |
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Pac with more feelin |
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Your boy's a giant, |
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I step the floor ceilin's |
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More drinkin, more spillin, poor thinkin |
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You keep it one hundred, |
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I keep it more |
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FranklinsI keep it one thousand |
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I keep, buyin and buyin, while you lookin around until you done browsin |
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Ha, I put my money where my mouth is (yes!) |
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Gentlemen's bet, no gentleman 'bout this |
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Non-regional dialect and outfit |
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I'm on my |
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West, Midwest, |
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East, South shit |
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I'm all about chips, with my swallow mouth bitch |
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Signin out, |
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P.S. (Slaughterhouse) |
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BITCH!![Chorus]{"New! New! New!"}[Interlude][Iyana] |
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Icewood |
